"Wouldn't that rattle
your back teeth?"
"Never mind, Tubby. The cook will give you a cup of coffee instead,"
said Tom.
"I should think you'd feel blue instead of pink," added Spud Jackson.
"Sew up the coat with a shoestring, and let it go at that," suggested
Max.
"If you want to paste that collar fast again I've got a bottle of
glue," said Songbird.
"Now--ah--don't you poke fun at me!" stormed William Philander.
"Haven't I suffered enough already?"
"Why, we're not poking fun; we're weeping," said Tom, and pretended to
wipe his eyes with his handkerchief.
"I am so sorry I could eat real doughnuts," said Dick.
"Maybe you want to send a substitute to that pink tea," came from
Stanley. "You might call on Professor Sharp."
"Or Pinkey, the watchman," said Max. "He'll do it for a quarter,
maybe."
"I--ah--don't want any substitute," growled William Philander.
"I--ah--think you are--ah--very rude, all of you. I am going back to
my room, that is what I am going to do."
At this Tom began to sing softly:
"Don't be angry, William, darling!
Wipe the raindrops from your eyes.
All your sorrows will be passing
When you're eating Christmas pies!"
"You stop that--you mean thing!" burst out the dude, and then turning,
he almost ran for the dormitory, the laughter of the students ringing
out loudly after him.
CHAPTER XVII
A MISUNDERSTANDING
"Here's a letter from father--quite an important one, too," said Dick
as he joined his brothers in one of the rooms several days later.
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